Page 15 of Don't Lie to Me

I didn’t think he wanted an actual answer. I was feeling too close to being high out of my mind to come up with one anyway. He threw me higher and higher into ecstasy with each powerful thrust of his hips until we were both sweating. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist trying to hang on for dear life.

I screamed his name once, my orgasm rocketing through every muscle, nerve and bone in my body and still he didn’t stop moving inside of me; harder and deeper than before with my new position.

I had heard, and read about women having orgasms lasting as long as ten minutes but always thought the whole idea was full of shit. That was before Jack continued rocking into my body, a light layer of sweat covering both of us. I thrashed against his hands that still held mine, willing him to let me go so I could move them, hold him, and probably claw the hell out of his back but he just grabbed me tighter, sank his mouth to mine and swallowed my cries. I was almost at the point of screaming at him to stop, that it was too much, when finally, he thrust into me one more time, wrenched his mouth from mine and sank his teeth into my shoulder, his arms shaking above me.

“Fu-uck.” At least that was what I think he moaned, but his breath was so shaky I couldn’t be one hundred percent certain.

Slowly he rolled off me, removed his condom and tied the opening off before tossing it into a tissue and throwing it into a wastebasket.

He pulled me to him gently softly pulling me towards him so we were lying chest to chest. I stiffened for just a moment. Gentle was not a word I used to describe Jack and it threw me off after the incredible passion that had just exploded around us.

He smiled lazily, looking as sated as I felt. He drew a long tendril of my blonde hair, slowly pulling his hands through it, dropping it just over my uncovered breast.

“Your hair is softer than I thought it would feel.”

“You thought about my hair?” My breath hitched a bit at the question.

“More often than I care to admit.”

I laid there not knowing what to say at his admission. He didn’t look comfortable admitting it to me. A slow awkward silence began to grow between us; or at the very least, I began feeling awkward. I had just had sex with my boss, Chicago’s bachelor of the year who had supermodel gorgeous women on his arm monthly. I was just a law school dropout, single mother and essentially, housekeeper. I had never felt more uncertain.

Did I just add sexual favors, willingly, to my job description? I cringed at the thought.

I sat up quickly, looking around for something to use as a cover up. I suddenly felt much more vulnerable than I was when he laid me out all over his kitchen counter. Jack’s hand grabbed me, just as my heart began to race in a panicking flutter.

“Tap it down,” he barked harshly.

I snapped my head to him. “What?”

“You’re worrying. And you’re two point five seconds away from panicking and threatening to quit on me again. Knock it off.”

His reminder of my job, my position, only upset me more. What in the hell had I just done? I ripped my hand from his and jumped off the bed. I took out one of his t-shirts from his dresser, one I had just placed there earlier, and threw it over my head and arms before I turned back to him.

When I did, his lust-filled eyes were staring at me. I flicked my gaze to the alarm clock behind him. It was almost five thirty.

I sighed in relief. “I have to get Logan from Penny’s.”

Penny was a high school student I paid to watch Logan just a few hours on the days he had preschool so I didn’t have to leave work, pick him up and bring him back here with me.

Jack looked at the clock, back at me, and started walking toward me. He wiped his hair back from his forehead. “I’ll go with you.”

Not what I was expecting at all. I clamped my mouth shut, crossed my arms and tried, failing miserably, at plastering on a pleasant expression. “It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He didn’t buy it.

He dropped his eyes on me under half hooded lashes and stalked the rest of the way to me like I was his dinner. Except that was still cooking in the oven.

When he spoke, his voice left absolutely no room for argument.

“I’m coming with you. We’re going to bring Logan back here and eat the dinner you have cooking, because I’m sure it will be delicious, just like everything else about you.” I felt a heat creep against my cheeks when he gave me a knowing smirk. “And then we’re going to work this shit out. Because I don’t know what the hell just happened here today…” he wiggled his finger back and forth between us, “but it sure as hell isn’t over yet.”

I’m sure that was supposed to make me feel better, instead, all I noticed was an extremely gorgeous naked man in front of me, who was still hard.

Oh my hell.

He was still hard. How was that even possible?

The slow warmth on my cheeks blossomed into a furious heat all along my neck and upper chest. When I looked back up at him, his eyes and fierce expression were just about daring me to try to argue with him. I gave in with a reluctant sigh.

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